Basch's brows furrowed lightly as he took in the information, his first thought lingering on the location of Lindblum Castle. When he'd first arrived, Fran had instructed him how to access the map, and he would surely be looking up this city of Lindblum. He faced away, looking deep into the snow as if intending to burn a whole into the blanket of white, before facing Noah once again.

"Aye. I would like to visit him." A pause-- not awkward, but pensive. "You've a duty to Lord Larsa. Protect him well, brother. Eighteen he may be, but still he remains a child. I know, too, what it is like to lose a brother."

And here he was, back on that topic again. It would take some great self-restraint to keep off it, and to veer away from those words, he lightly touched Noah's shoulder.

"Thank you. I will go on my own."